So, after FanFiction being 'on the fritz' (brownie points to whoever remembers the episode that is from first!) for about a week and not letting me read any of my reviews on the website itself and making me look at my emails every time I want to read them, I came home to see that I could once again read all of my reviews! It made me very happy, so I might just put this up now and make everyone else happy too!
Lets just hope Fanfiction keeps letting me read all of the lovely reviews you all write.
Snow Day
"This is becoming a habit of yours, yes?" She opened her front door to him, her smile widening.
"And what habit would that be?"
"Turning up on my doorstep early in the morning."
"Not that early in the morning." He looked at his watch and frowned.
"It is when we do not have to be at work."
"What we're gonna do is better than work."
"I like my work. A lot."
"I know. I've seen that sadistic little look in your eyes." He laughed and lifted the arm that was barring his entry into her apartment out of the way.
"I do not have a sadistic look in my eyes!"
"Well, not right now." He shrugged. "Warm clothes. Now." She narrowed her eyes and walked closer to him, her warm breath light on his cheek.
"Is that an order, Tony?" She whispered, their noses almost touching.
"Would it make you dress faster if it were?"
"Agent Tony DiNozzo, impatient for a woman to put clothes on? You must be ill."
"Oh, trust me, there will be plenty of time for me to be impatient for you to take your clothes off later. But I do have standards, and one of those is that the women I date have a pulse and an average body temperature of a normal living human."
"High demands." She whistled.
"Yeah, and if we're late, Abby will probably kill you without leaving any forensic evidence. And I would not like that." He leant forwards, letting his lips brush gently against hers.
"Tony, do Abby and McGee know about…"
"Us? No. If I told Abby the whole of NCIS would know about it by now and there is a fair chance that one or both of us would have lost our jobs." He took her hands in his, pressing his lips against the back of each.
"Do you think that Gibbs will be mad?"
"Gibbs doesn't get mad." Tony shrugged. "He get's angry, and you won't like him when he's angry. That last bit's from 'The Incredible Hulk'."
"I know. You have used that line before." She grinned, pressing her lips to his, with much more vigour than he had just moments before.
"You're eager, aren't you?" He chuckled quietly.
"Is that a problem, Tony?" She grinned.
"All in good time. And at this time we have a war to win."
"I would not call a snowball fight a war, Tony." She laughed, slipping out of his grasp and walking through to the bedroom where she proceeded to dress in similar attire to that of the day beforehand.
"And you have never been in a snowball fight with Abby."
"Is it really going to be that bad?"
"Your Mossad ninja training will not be helping you now." He grinned as she walked over to him. "I can promise you that."
"And you never break a promise."
"No. Never. My mother told me that was one thing I was never allowed to do." He looked into her eyes. "Come on, we'll be late." The moment was broken and he grinned.
They pulled up into Tony's regular parking space in the NCIS car park. The snow had deepened over the night to become just shallower than a foot deep. Tony killed the engine and turned to her, pausing before starting to speak. "Now, Abby and McGee take these things seriously. You are on my team, and friendly fire will not be tolerated. We stick together as much as possible, and if we leave wherever we are based, we either destroy or take any snowballs we have pre-made with us. What's so funny?"
"You are taking this more seriously than work."
"This is more serious than work. This is hit or be hit."
"How do you win?"
"What?"
"How do you win a snowball fight?" Ziva looked at his stunned face.
"You don't."
"You do not win?"
"No. It's a snowball fight. You just throw snowballs at each other." He shrugged. "There's no winning."
"So what is the point? And why are we at the Navy Yard?"
"The point is to try not to get hit with snow." He sighed. "And the Navy Yard is great for snowball fights. There's nobody here, there's a lot of snow, and there are a lot of hiding places. Any more questions?"
"Wha…" Ziva started as a compacted white projectile hit the windscreen and they both automatically ducked down.
"What ever you were about to ask, we don't have time. They've seen us." He peeked over the dashboard and saw a flash of black as Abby darted behind a tree. "Use the doors as shields, head for the building over there." He pointed. "On three." There was a nod as he began his countdown. Count-up? He wasn't certain which was entirely correct. Or why he was thinking about it at that point in time. They both exited the car at the same time, crouching behind the doors as they waited for the assault of snowballs to start hitting the car. As soon as the hail began, they made their mad dash to shelter. "Okay, there's limited snow here, and we don't have sufficient cover, so we're gonna head for that sign over there." He pointed in the direction of the sign in front of the building.
"And how are we going to do that without being hit?"
"Well, you have made a good decision by wearing a white coat, you'll blend in better with the snow." He tugged her head up, tucking her hair into the white fur. "It's really soft by the way."
"It is not real fur."
"You don't believe in the fur trade?"
"No. And I could not afford real fur with this job anyway." She laughed slightly as he kissed her gently.
"Good luck." He breathed.
"You too." They both nodded and checked around the corner. Abby and McGee were bent over creating a pile of snowballs that was, unsurprisingly, growing very large. Treading as quickly and quietly as possible on the crisp white blanket, they made their way to the sign. They reached it without their opponents noticing, ducking quickly and starting to compact the cold substance into roughly spherical shapes. Tony smiled as Ziva caught on quickly, mimicking his well rehearsed, finely honed technique. The crisp morning air was broken by Abby laughing as another missile sailed over their heads and hit the wall of the building behind them.
"Nice throw Abby!" Tony yelled, leaning his head out from their hideout and threw the snow in his hand at her, just missing the black pigtails as they disappeared behind the tree again.
"Not to bad yourself! You been practicing?"
"Just a little with the kid down the hall from my apartment last night! You?"
"I used the ground floor door to my apartment building as target practice. Some of my neighbours got pretty irritated."
"How about you, McGee?" Ziva said, standing quickly and throwing a snowball at the branches of the tree. Tony looked at her and shook his head before it hit, smiling when the ball disintegrated and fell onto of their adversaries' heads, dislodging more snow from the branches. "Does that still count as hitting them?" She whispered quietly as Abby and Tim squealed.
"By those sounds I would say yes." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down as another snowball whistled past her ear.
"I've been practicing tennis lately, Ziva, my aim's getting a lot better."
"Did you just say 'Tennis', Probie?" Tony yelled, laughing.
"Yeah, you got a problem with me playing tennis?"
"Do you wear the little white shorts?" He relished in the jokes.
"Are you wanting to see McGee in little white shorts, Tony?" Ziva whispered, narrowing her eyes and trying to hide the smile that was creeping onto her face.
"Getting jealous, Zee-vah?" Tony grinned.
"No. Would you want to see me in little white shorts?"
"No. I'd prefer to see you without the little white shorts, but right now we have a more pressing issue." He hissed.
"And what would that be?"
"Abby and McGee have just moved closer and that trick you did with the tree won't work on a bench." He slid away from the sign again with her and pelted them, smiling as four of the five thrown hit home. They both ran back, suffering a few casualties themselves as a snowball hit Tony's back and Ziva gasped when something cold and wet slapped her face. She reached her hand up to her numbing cheek where the snowball had hit.
"That hurt!" She rubbed the pink skin, throwing one back and grinning as it hit the back of McGee's head. Tony wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her out of the line of fire, misjudging and making her fall over on top of him. "Another bad habit you are developing." She stared into his eyes, snowballs momentarily forgotten.
"I don't think this one is all so bad either." He chuckled, making no move to extract himself from their position. "And since it is you who keeps falling on top of me, I believe that you are the one with the habit."
"Well, that might be true." She shrugged. "But you are more known for bad habits."
"And like I said, I don't think it's such a bad habit." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stroked the reddening cheek that had been hit by the compacted snow. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his softly.
They had made it half way to the sign without making a noise. Or alerting them to their presence. Which, for a trained assassin not to notice him was really quite an achievement. They crept closer and he glared at Abby when she made a heavier step and the snow under her foot crunched slightly. Again, silence from Tony and Ziva. Maybe it was a trick. Maybe they were lulling them into a false sense of security. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable. So, grabbing Abby's arm he stopped where he was and shook his head. She yanked her arm away and nodded to the sign, only a metre away now, and stepped closer, smiling when Tim followed. He sighed inwardly, frowning when Abby froze completely, stunned, and taking the few steps closer. And he stopped too, stunned even more than Abby.
It was Tony.
And Ziva.
Kissing?
Tony and Ziva.
Tony and Ziva kissing.
Tony, yes, he was unsurprised by Tony lying on the floor with his lips attached to a woman. It was in his nature.
But Ziva? No, Ziva was too sensible for that. It couldn't be. But it was. It was Ziva lying on top of Tony. Kissing?
At what point had the earth fallen off its axes? At what point had rule 12 just stopped existing?
At what point had Tony and Ziva become 'Tony and Ziva'?
He turned his head to Abby, raising his eyebrows. She just shrugged and held a handful of loose snow over Ziva's head, flicking a grin to McGee before turning the outstretched hand palm down and letting the snow drop. The Israeli woman gasped and literally jumped away from Tony as they both scrambled to their feet, the redness of Ziva's cheeks now from more than just the snowball that had hit her. Neither offending party looked to one another or to Abby and Tim, keeping their eyes fixed firmly on their shoes.
"Did I just see what I think I saw?" Abby looked at Tony, knowing that Tony would be easier to break than Ziva. "Anthony DiNozzo, you will answer me when I ask you a question, or I will have to throw you to the dogs!"
"What dogs?" Ziva frowned, breaking their silence first.
"Gibbs." The scientist grinned, turning to look at her. "Anything you want to mention, Officer David?"
"It's Ziva's fault!" Tony winced as Ziva elbowed him. "What, it's your habit!"
"A habit suggests its happened more than once." McGee smiled.
"So what if it has, Probie?"
"Once could just be put down to a slight lapse in judgement, twice could be considered as warning signs precursory to a sever mental disorder, but three times, three times makes it a very, very dangerous love affair."
"Quit the fiction McMetaphor, we're not in one of your books."
"Technically Tony, we are in all of his books." Ziva pointed out, looking at him for the first time since being interrupted and nodding imperceptibly at the look in his eyes that meant that the third was most definitely what it was, and what it was going to stay as for as long as they wanted.
"A very good point." He grinned and turned back to McGee and Abby. "We are not in one of your books right now."
"Not fiction, Tony. We both saw you two kissing."
"Impossible."
"Inconceivable."
"Impracticable."
"Nice word." Tony stared at Ziva again, nodding after their volley of words beginning in I.
"I have a 'word of the day', which emails me and gives me a different word. I thought it would help me with my English, but that is the first time I have ever been able to use one."
"No, it's a good word." He grinned, again oblivious to Abby and Tim.
"And going back to the issue at hand." McGee coughed.
"Right, snow, lets build a snowman." Tony walked away to a patch of untouched snow, which was in great abundance.
"Tony, that was not what we were talking about." Abby whined.
"No? I thought it was." Ziva shrugged and joined him.
"Hey, Ziva's never built a snowman, so this will be a lot easier with you two helping instead of just standing there." Tony said as he began packing snow into a ball that was to become the body. Tim and Abby looked to one-another and sighed, knowing that their questions were not answered, but for now they would just have to come up with some other method for extracting their desired data.
"They're very realistic." McGee said as he looked at the four snowmen they had built.
"Very." Ziva tilted her head, smiling at their artwork.
"Abby, why did you have Ducky's hat in your car?"
"His Morgan broke down the other day and I gave him a ride home and he must have left it there by mistake." She shrugged, walking over to the icy recreation of the old pathologist and straightened the bowtie and glasses made out of twigs.
"I do like the bottle of bourbon and glass jar Gibbs is holding." Ziva laughed.
"And the scrubs on Jimmy." Tony grinned proudly at the way he had managed to sneak into Autopsy to retrieve them. "Hey, McPhone, can you get a picture of these on your little camera phone thingy?"
"Do you think they will have melted by Monday morning?" Ziva asked worriedly.
"No, but I just think Fornell would like to see what we thinks he looks like."
"Yeah, Tony, why is it that we have an FBI jacket?"
"Slacks left it at my desk as a sick little joke last time he was here." Tony growled, reaching to put his arm around Ziva's waist and smiling when he felt her body relax slightly. McGee and Abby had, of course, noticed, but both decided to let it slide for now. If they were happy then how could they stop them. It was just when things went south, as they always did with Tony and Ziva's relationships, that there were going to be problems, least of all would be Gibbs.
I was not really sure where to end it, and I hated every ending that I wrote, so I left it where it was. Maybe I shall add more, I just do not know what more they can do in the snow.
